The Four Platitudes (A Bridge Song)

we resolve to meet

at the bridge beside the beach

where the air would freeze our speech

and the trains would pass beneath our feet

it's dry from licking still you never questioned why

night upon night we come here all the time

with eyes that take no (?)

and transgressions justified

resigned to take our lives

by the age of twenty-five

as your hands brushed my thigh the sound began to rise

and the cars underneath posing perfect for four times

it would be something in our prime

before times fitful bright left footprints on our eyes

and the light stretched just right to finally tell you why

night after night we come here all the time